Written by William Branch

Music by Official

Recorded by Official at Issachar Studios

Mixed by Jim Bottari at The Studio

Female vocals by LaKia Wise

Hook

We goin’ get you op…we goin’ get you open

Verse 1

Ready or not I gotta tell you from the top it’s on

Christ is God, for Him I’ve got to rock this jawn

I was born around the same time Hip-Hop was formed

Vacant lots were swarmed, kids from the block performed

Soon cocky’s norm

Rappers and cocky form

Went together like college and sloppy dorms

But the flows were butter like poppin’ corn

And the shows would get you hyped like Rocky horns

Some couldn’t understand why Poppy warned,

“Stay away” till the day when rappers like Biggie and Pac were gone

But prior Christ came and got me on

Taught me not to trust in the biological clock we’re on

We’re in the age where the caps are peeled

Even in school young guns’ll have you runnin’ like track and field

And life after the casket’s real

And since that’s the deal

His word gets spilled when I grasp the steel

Forget mass appeal my heavenly Dad can deal

With making His word something that all cats can feel

I’ll let grace talk 'cause grace stalks the stray hearts

She’s got something in store that’s super like K-Marts

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Verse 2

Do you see what I see?

Hip-Hop is a drug and it’s got the city plugged like an I.V.

Gotta give it up—it’s the voice of the streets

It doesn’t take much—just a voice and a beat

You can keep a crowd hyper

Control the souls of a whole generation kind of like a modern Pied Piper

Face it; today ya favorite rapper’s the icon

That’s gotta hold on you like the wrap of a python

Lights on—Christ is the hype jawn

For Him I’ve gotta get my write on

So whether in the streets or in the booth

I’m a get at you, and I’m a prove you don’t need the gin and juice

Mommie you don’t gotta—DROP IT LIKE IT’S HOT

And if you do it ‘cause you wanna—STOP IT LIKE IT’S NOT

Son if you like the gangsta mind…think of where them gangstas wind

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Verse 3

Nix your smarts

I know one who tricks the smart

Slick’s his art; his canvas is your wicked heart

You’re in a spiritual fog and it’s thick and dark

And like a spiritual frog you get picked apart

But I know One who’ll fix the heart

Trust me he’ll set you free like the girl from 106 and Park

So shine your light like when a wick gets sparked

And if you don’t give him props then the bricks'll talk

We switched up

We switched the pitch up

The lyrical mixture is fully loaded with Scripture

But some are fancy and cute

When people can’t understand

They say, “ahh you just can't handle the truth.”

Nah the bad news is

While the gospel’s an offense—lack of clarity and substance just adds to it

So leave out the trivial tricks

Moms and kids can both love it—kind of like the cereal Kix

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